Unidentified girls of Pembroke singThe sea was so rough and my hands is so toughA long time agoooo
Blow-boy-blow – – my diggyman
Drunkdrunkdrinky
It goes on like this actually goes on like this coming out of the walls
In a vicious glandular whisper

Did the stones learn it from the girls aurora borealis
Songs of the girls trapped in stone ,
wind in the chimney fattens then rakes the fire
Pentecostal polish on my collar
Mixing in the sheen flakes of death

Fly ont’ the spit of strathspey re-born again to die on whale-jaw hill
The stench of the white man precedes me

Here come Pegasus, bags loaded, walking sideways, it is not only our fancy.
Hi Peggy, on this rottenest of days the sun comes out to appal.
Black Polly Harvey’s out of breath, deliberately stumbles in her plucking
The most beautiful, the most insouciant, still craven
Polly
. .hurtling
Then wandering the chalk groves hand in the hand

Louche, douche, I perve on you in the showering can
The air still burnt with our conversion.

About Duncan Hose

Duncan Hose is a poet, painter and academic scholar. His latest book of poems, One Under Bacchus, was published in 2011 by Inken Publisch, who also released his first collection, Rathaus, in 2007. He has published poems in Cordite, Steamer, 543, Jacket, Jacket 2, Island, Southerly, Overland, and The Sun Herald. His work is anthologised in Outcrop: radical Australian poetry of land (Black Rider Press 2013). In 2010 he was the recipient of the Newcastle Poetry Prize.